You don’t get to have me anymore. I bet you think I’m the one grieving. And maybe I am. But you are, too, whether you admit it or not – whether you realize it or not. You have lost someone amazing and sexy as fuck. And you do not get to touch me anymore.

Your mouth cannot taste my sweet tongue. Your hands will never again pull me close and hold on tight. My body will never be close enough for you to feel my heat and my pounding heart. The delicious scent of me is forever gone… for you.

Never again will you touch my warm skin, slowly run your hand down my arm and back up. The fingers sinking into my beautiful silky soft hair will belong to another. Tearing off my clothes is over for you. No pulling off my shirt, no unclasping my bra, no lifting my skirt.

You won’t kiss my neck until I beg you to fuck me. You’ll never grab my ass and push your hot hardness against me. My breasts will never perfectly fill your hands again… and your thumbs will never tease me until I tremble under your touch. You will never crush me against the wall until I feel my sweet honey dripping down my thigh.

I will not wrap my legs around you and moan for you. I won’t let you lay me down and rub me to heaven. You will never again be inside me… not even for a tiny taste. Your tongue will never lick, your lips will never kiss. You won’t feel my hot breath on you nor hear my whimpers or moans or screams. You will never possess me.

Never will you have the satisfaction of kissing… of sucking every part of me from my ears to my toes until I’m panting and screaming in divine ecstasy. I will never again satisfy your every craving. We won’t fuck in the bedroom or the shower or the kitchen or the car. Your fantasies – the ones I brought to life – the beautiful ones and the dirty ones – will never become real again.

You may not regret tossing me away. You may not miss every fucking thing about me.

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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

Reblogged this on missameliaandsir and commented:
HELL YES! This lovely lady is sweet, kind and writes some REALLY AMAZING stuff. Just HAD to share this one. It made me tingle. Now…I know EXACTLY Who I should send this to. 😉

sending it means you still care… i like it so much better that it sounds like a nice slows masturbatory fuck you while all of us are getting off together and this stupid slob is alone and clueless out there
cough
but that’s just me
always love your work

Yes.
Hahaha…
I don’t mind if you get personal. Unless you were saying you don’t want me to get personal…
But seriously… there are a number of things. If I list them, it’ll make me look like a total disaster. I wouldn’t want you to think less of me. Although I’m not exactly secretive on this blog.
Really, it’s just ongoing stuff… and I never seem to catch a break. I’m convinced that I’m cursed!

Well I don’t think less of you and I wouldn’t. And like I said, I don’t want to prod. Just concerned is all.
Doubt is a mofo. And if you experience a lot of adversity in a short period of time you can begin to doubt yourself. Which is no bueno, at all.
Hey, look at this blog as a small part of you. People, such as myself, came here and read you. And then they came back again. And again. And again. We all see something.

Honestly… that’s a struggle for me most of the time (being fair to myself)… and lately, I haven’t been winning. Tomorrow, I may feel completely different. God knows I’m tired so my thoughts are a little skewed at the moment.
I think my fear isn’t that you’ll think I’m a disaster… it’s that you’ll find out I actually am! Now that sounds really melodramatic.
My lack of ability to write lately is really getting to me. I know the causes… loneliness, worry, pain, uncertainty, frustration. But I haven’t been able to kick any of them. So I get even more frustrated with my frustration.
Damn… I really am nuts! 🙂

I don’t like to see my peeps going through tough times. I’m always around if you need to rant, and don’t worry, there’s no judging going on.
Imma hit the hay. And hey, I sent you my breakfast dish recipe. It’s super simple. Like me.
Sleep well Sandra 🙂

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